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"You're dead!" Shooting Victim Tells Tea Party Member

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I am a new immigrant to the land of Op, so fresh off the boat that I could still catch scurvy. I moved to Knoxville, Tennessee, from Bombay, India, last November, and discovered that contrary to my fears, provoked mostly by hoots of laughter from my American friends when they heard that I was moving to the Bible Belt, the people of Knoxville were warm, intelligent and distressingly polite, nodding away even when they couldn't follow my strange Indian sarcasm.


One month ago, I got my first taste of a street demonstration in the USA when I attended a rally to protest another rally. The neo-Nazis had planned theirs first to signal their support of Arizona's immigrant profiling law. The neo-Nazis are a fellowship of like-minded people who band under names such as the White Supremacists and the Ku Klux Klan, and it was the latter that made me sit up.

Bed Time

Daughter:  Daddy, do you love Mama?

Dad:  I love your Mother very much Pumpkin.

Daughter:  Then why is she gone?

Dad:  Can you promise to keep a secret?

Daughter:  I think I can.

Dad:  Your Mother has turned into an angel and
nowshe's living in heaven with the other angels,
and God too!

Daughter:  Daddy, please don't cry!

Dad:  I'm sorry Honey.  Daddy just hasn't been
himself lately, has he?

Daughter:  That's okay Daddy.  I still love you.

Dad:  Thank's Pumpkin. Your Mama's gone
away and she won't be returning.  Do you know
any Spanish words Darling?

Daughter:  Are we moving again Daddy?

Dad:  I'm afraid so Pumpkin.

Daughter:  But I'll miss Mom so much.

Dad:  Don't be afraid Pumpkin; Mom will
always be as close as a couple of feet away.

Daughter:  Is Mom underneath the bed?

Dad:  Yep.  Right next to your Brother.

Daughter:  Timmy?

Dad:  Yep.

Daughter:  I love you Dad.

Dad:  I love you too Pumpkin.  Sweet
Dreams.

Daughter:  (Aside) I doubt it very seriously.

Dad: Goodnight Sweatheart.

Daughter:  Daddy, please leave the light on.